"
"Don't talk like that," Eve implored him. "There's nothing against us,
nothing. I'm sorry I blurted out that about her taking some stuff, but
it can't do us any harm. You said yourself, nobody could find out
what----"
"They couldn't prove, but they might suspect. God! What hideous days! I
never thought the stuff would act on her like that, or I wouldn't have
let you persuade me----"
"I know you wouldn't," Eve cut him short. "It was my fault. You thought
there was only a slight risk----"
"Yes, but it acted differently from the beginning. I didn't suppose it
would send her to sleep. God knows I did everything I knew to wake her
up----"
"Well, we're out of it all now," Eve soothed him. "Remember, they can't
prove anything. Even if they send after us, and make us come back,
they'll have their trouble for their pains. We've been clever."
"You have!"
"Everything's for and nothing against us. Perhaps it's as well the
fellow came, after all. He's given us our excuse to go in a hurry. And
we've got money--in gold, no notes, thank goodness. Only--I shall dream
of those jewels at night."
"Best to be rid of them, as things have turned out. If she'd given them
to us, as you hoped, it would have been all right, but----"
"No use crying over spilt milk," Eve sighed. "Let's walk faster. There
ought to be a train for Genoa in twenty minutes, if your time-table is
right. That reminds me, I never posted her letter to the convent, but it
doesn't matter now.
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